I was pushing the cart and navigating through a crowded grocery store. The aisles were narrow, there were lots of employees and vendors stocking the shelves. There were a lot of clueless shoppers who seemed to be just standing there, seemingly waiting for the products to miraculously jump from the shelves into their carts parked in the middle of the compressed aisles. Yes, I said middle.
As I was traversing through an especially complicated obstacle course, requiring serpentine moves and expert precision, a gentleman stocking shelves said, “You’re a good driver”. I smiled at him and said thanks, while thinking to myself, You can’t tell by looking at me but I’m legally blind and haven’t driven a car in three years.
There was no radio or moon roof and no seat belt required. There was no wind in my hair or sun coming through the windshield. But being behind the wheel and recognized as a skilled driver sure felt good.
